Shaker Song Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

The fool screams, 'no more!' 

He grabs his shirt and hits the door 

What she needs from him he ignores. 

It's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. 

(Oh it's a ...) 

Blast the radio. 

The hits just come and go. 

Block out what he knows that he has blown 

(That he has blown...) 

The night hangs its head 

As the fool crawls into bed. 

Still his hungry heart begs to be fed 

All the words she once said 

(That she said. That she said. That she said.) 

So then he grabs his Chevrolet 

In one more attempt to get away 

But the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay in his way. 

He can shake the blues, 

But you know he still can get confused. 

It seems like such a waste 

'Cause he can't shake her. 

He can shake his tail, 

But you know his moves are getting stale 

He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake 

That he can't shake her. 

He can't shake her. 

No, he can't shake her. 

Romance falls like rain 

But all the motives are insane 

Everytime that he plays the game he feels the pain 

(He feels the pain. Who is to blame? Who is to blame?) 

He finds a joint that's jive 

Guys are spinning girls like 45's. 

All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so high 

He knows he is beat 

As his heart puts on the heat 

Run from the street that don't even fit his feet 

(Don't fit his feet. Now he can see. Now he can really see) 

Tell him here's a telephone 

He can beg to let the fool come home 

He tells her that his life's a drag alone 

(Can't be alone) 

He can shake the blues, 

But you know he still can get confused. 

It seems like such a waste 

'Cause he can't shake her. 

He can shake his tail, 

But you know his moves are getting stale 

He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake 

That he can't shake her. 

He can't shake her. 

No, he can't shake her